CHARLES LAMB. 1775-1834.

Gone before

To that unknown and silent shore.

Hester. St. 7.

I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Old Familiar Faces.

And half had stagger'd that stout Stagirite,

Written at Cambridge.

Who first invented work and bound the free
And holiday-rejoicing spirit down

To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood?

Sabbathless Satan!

Work.

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of

the game.

Mrs. Battle's Opinions on Whist.

Detached Thoughts on Books.

Books which are no books.

THOMAS DIBDIN. 1771-1841.

O, it's a snug little island!

A right little, tight little island!

The Snug Little Island.

Alone, alone, all, all alone,

Alone on a wide, wide sea. Ibid. Part iv.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,

And I blessed them unaware.

Ibid.

O sleep! it is a gentle thing,

Ibid. Part v.

Beloved from pole to pole.

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,

That to the sleeping woods all night

Singeth a quiet tune.

Like one that on a lonesome road

Doth walk in fear and dread,

Ibid.

And, having once turned round, walks on And turns no more his head,

Because he knows a frightful fiend

Doth close behind him tread. Ibid. Part vi.

So lonely 't was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.

The Ancient Mariner. Part vii.

He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things, both great and small.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Carved with figures strange and sweet,
All made out of the carver's brain.

Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
A sight to dream of, not to tell!
That saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all!

Ibid.

Ibil.

Ibid.

Conclusion to Part i.

Each matin bell, the Baron saith,
Knells us back to a world of death.

Ibid. Part ii.

Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain ;

And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain.

Christabel. Part ii.

They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliff which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between.
Perhaps 't is pretty to force together
Thoughts so all unlike each other
To mutter and mock a broken charm,
To dally with wrong that does no harm.

;

Ibid.

Conclusion to Part ii.

Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.

France. An Ode. v.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close,
And, hooting at the glorious Sun in Heaven,
Cries out, "Where is it?"

Tears in Solitude.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin

Is pride that apes humility.1

The Devil's Thoughts.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

1 His favorite sin

Is pride that apes humility.

Southey, The Devil's Walk.

All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame.

Love.

Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows.

Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.

The Homeric Hexameter. Translated from Schiller. In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column;

In the pentameter aye falling in melody back. The Ovidian Elegiac Metre.

Blest hour! it was a luxury- to be!

Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement.

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course?

Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni. Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. Ibid. Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Ibid. Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.

Ibid.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.